I am going to tell the story I had about a dream a year ago.
It started off with me in bed and I awoke to something banging on my door. I get up and I hesitate at first to open it. After a few seconds I finally open it a crack and I see a zombie standing right there! It scared me to death. I quickly slammed the door shut and ran over to the side of my bed, where I keep a bat and I slowly walked to the door. The zombie was now beating on it and I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to my brothers and parents. I screamed as I opened the door and rushed at the zombie. I hit it over and over again trying to knock it off its feet. I managed to knock it down and start beating on its' head, trying to destroy the brain. I killed it after a few swings and sat down, holding the bat, staring into nothing.
The next thing I remember was that me, Dad, Uncle Sammy, Alex, and two other people I didn't even know, where up stairs fighting off hundreds of zombies from making their way up. I had a samurai sword, my dad had a spear, my uncle had a shotgun, and the two people had sniper rifles, shooting all the zombies around the house. Alex was sitting in my room just in the fetal position, not really able to grasp what was going on. I pulled a piano out from my room and we threw it down the stairs knocking most of the zombies down and blocking their way for awhile. We were about to leave the house, when the two people told us to lock them in my brothers room and they would cover our way out. Alex disappeared somewhere and the three of us climbed out my window onto the roof. My dad and uncle jumped down first and got into a car and started it up. They came to get me and I jumped onto the hood of the car while they were driving. I stayed on there holding on for my life. We drove and drove until finally there was nothing left and I awoke.
